Richard Divine

Em                                
Richard Divine made up his mind to
           Am
 take the last few steps
    D                        
to the bathroom door from his 
                              Em
bedroom floor and to lock himself 
in.
Steady young hands, meticulous 
plans,
            Am          D
disposable razors and a blisterpack 
filled with strong sleeping pills,
                    Em
and a bath of hot water.

    G                 B7          
He said he’s not for sale, said 
              C
that he felt hounded,
             Am                    
crowded and surrounded by this life
            Em
 he didn’t choose.

Em
He carefully wrote a funerary note
              Am              D
on his best writing paper to set out
 the facts,
and sealed it with wax, and left it 
          Em
in the kitchen.
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He left it out so his parents would 
                      Am
know what there was waiting for 
them:
D                                 
pale cold skin and blood seeping 
                   Em
in to the landing carpet.

G                     B7         
He said he’s not for sale, said 
                C
that he felt hounded,
                Am                 
crowded and surrounded by this life
                    G
 he didn’t choose.
                     B7            
But everybody plays this game on a 
         C
daily basis.
They’re not heroes, they’re 
  Am
survivors,
and it’s not Shakespearian if they 
lose.

Em                             
So do what you want, do what you 
                    D
want, do what the voices tell you,
       C                          
but don’t ever say that we didn’t 
B
warn you.
         Em
cause we warned you

G                     B7         
He said he’s not for sale, but he
                    C
 bought into his failure.
                          Am       
He’s telling tales that hammer 
                    G
nails right into open palms.
G             B7                 
A martyr in reverse, he’s best at
          C
 being worst,
                    Am          
the rest of us are cursed but we 
                         G
keep calm and we carry on.

G, B7, C, Am x2
                       G           
So Richard, here it is: none of us 
       Bm
are blameless, huddled here like
C
strangers,
                   D             
shameless in our lists of all the 
                    G
changes we say we need.
                      B7
But I think that you knew that,
                        C       
you can’t pretend it’s news that 
                               Am
when you cut yourself you’ll bleed.